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When he met her gaze, he expected an admonition for his roughness, but her eyes smoldered up at him as she sucked, her cheeks hollowing from the effort. Her fingers played over his balls, drawing patterns with her nails. Testing her, he tightened his hand in her hair again, even harder than before. But she only moaned and drew on him that much more vigorously.
“Stop. I can’t. Jill.” He raised her head and pulled her closer until their mouths clashed in a hot, brutal kiss. He thrust his tongue between her lips, sliding it over hers, absorbing the purr she made in her throat as he pushed her for more. “Let me in you.” Like a miracle, she reached down to tug off her panties, yanking them off with a speed he appreciated. She started to climb atop him, and h
e stilled her, shaking his head. “No. First my tongue, then the rest of me.”
Before she could so much as squeak, he tugged her into position, spreading her thighs on either side of his head. Then he took a long, greedy lick.
“Bryan. God.”
No more Mr. Townsend now. “Ah, sweetheart, you got yourself all worked up for me. Just the way I like you best.” He opened her up with two fingers and took another taste, longer and slower this time, swirling his tongue over her swollen clit. Her thighs trembled, and her belly rippled above him, obvious evidence of her struggle not to let go. That just wouldn’t do.
“Please.”
“Watch me, baby.” Licking his fingers, he used them to part her slippery flesh, sliding them into her while she gripped the headboard and stared down into his eyes through the curtain of her long hair. Her pupils widened as he pushed deeper, flexing into her and out again.
He used his thumb on her clit, moving his fingers in tandem, absorbed by the thrilling play of emotions on her flushed face. From this angle, it was hard to see everything, but he forced himself to focus on her face, to concentrate on giving her back even one tenth of what she’d offered him tonight. Sexually and emotionally. She’d been his lover, but she’d also been his friend. Those were rare and precious.
Like her. She was a gift, a jewel he’d gotten to peel back the layers of to touch and kiss—
And what else? To love?
His fingers stopped. He cared for her. He’d known her for years, so of course she mattered to him. But he’d be leaving soon. He could only deny reality for so long.
She was his, but only temporarily. His gut churned. Eventually he’d leave town again, and she would move on to someone else.
All the more reason to enjoy every bit of her while he could.
“Bry?” Her fingers threaded through his hair, tugging impatiently. It made him smile and reminded him of his task.
To give her all the ecstasy she could stand.
…
Jill barely had an instant to register the change in him, that slight tension in his caresses, before he speared his tongue deep into her depths and sent her tumbling. She’d been so close already, a teasing breath could’ve pushed her over. One big hand clamped on her hip while he used his other hand to dial up the intensity. He rubbed her clit as he licked her quivering folds, murmuring his approval. She was so wet that his chin and cheeks were smeared with it, and she couldn’t even be embarrassed, because God, the way he stared up at her with those wicked green eyes made her want to be even wetter, even more open, even more dirty.
With him. Only with him.
In a heartbeat, she was on her back and beneath him on the bed.
He leaned up to tug off his super-snug football jersey, slowly revealing his abs inch by inch. She wasn’t sure if he was giving her a show or if the material really took that much effort to work off, but either way she had no complaints.
The pants were next, and those involved considerably more flexing and grunting. Again, no problemo. He flicked open her bra and nuzzled between her breasts, licking a path from one nipple to the other. He captured one in his teeth as he reached down to finger her, leisurely now, as if he had lifetimes to savor her. As if his erection wasn’t prodding her hip, hard and oh-so-demanding.
“This is what I used to think about.” Shifting back, he spread her legs and let his gaze travel up and down until she squirmed. “Seeing you like this beneath me, all that hair spilling everywhere, those eyes sleepy from how many times I’d made you come. Not there yet. Getting closer.” He bent to nip her belly and slipped a finger inside, rotating it slowly on every thrust. “Then I kissed you, and I started imagining other things. Things you weren’t ready to deal with.”
“But I am now.” Her voice shook, not from fear but from the power of her desire. Whatever he wanted, she wanted, too. His pleasure was hers, and she knew he would never suggest something she wouldn’t crave. He already understood her body better than she did. She’d been too unsure on her own to explore the boundaries of what she yearned for.
He wasn’t unsure about anything. Ever.
“Mmm-hmm.” He pressed harder between her legs, sliding two fingers, then three inside her, spreading them and then twisting them together as he moved in and out. “Listen to you. So fucking beautiful. You’re going to drench my cock.”
She arched her back, loving the unrelenting fullness of his strokes. She opened her legs even wider, raising her hips so he had no doubt of her longing for what he had to give. He growled low in his throat and pumped into her harder, almost to the point of pain. She couldn’t feel it, could only relish the way her body acceded to his commands.
She was on the brink of coming again when his next demand cut through the roar in her ears.
“On your knees,” he said. “Blow out those candles first, because I’m going to fuck you hard enough to start a fire in here.” His finger glided in and out of her, punctuating his statement. “And we don’t want to burn the place down, now do we, sweetness?”
“Not until I come.”
